Full-frontal Nudity

Austyn shut off the engine when the car pulled up outside the villa. ‘We’re here.’ His passenger didn’t move. He looked over. Kira had fallen asleep. No wonder she had been so quiet during the ride. Austyn got out, jogged to the other side, opened the door, undid her seatbelt, and carried her out in his arms. He frowned at how light she felt. She was too skinny. Yet the woman ate like a horse. He wondered where all the calories went. He paused in front of the door. Both his hands were occupied. Luckily, Elsie heard the engine and came out to take a look. She opened the door. ‘Young Master, welcome home!’ She glanced at the watch on her wrist. It was three o’clock in the afternoon. What was the young master doing home so early? Her attention was soon drawn by Kira in Austyn’s arms. ‘What’s wrong with Young Madam?’ ‘She’s drunk.’ Austyn carried Kira inside. ‘Oh. I’ll go make some milk and rice soup. It’s good for hangovers. Works like a charm.’ Austyn didn’t have the heart to tell the ho